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Chapter Eight 

Jun replied first, her face still streaked with cum. 

“I don…”

 But whatever she was going to say would never emerge from her lips, as fate had other plans in store for Jun Yamanaka. Once more the transformation began to claim another victim as an erection to rival Yūgao’s surged through the fabric of her dress like an expert kunoichi punching their way through a wet paper bag. Its massive, fist-sized tip rose to the height of her meagre bust, despite the odd fact that it only curved upwards after about half its extraordinary length. 

“What?” Jun exclaimed, before a quite different thought rushed out of her mouth. “I’m so horny!!!!” the normally calm woman cried, her mouth agape as rushes of arousal shot through her like a house going up in flames… with much the same effect on her clothes. Her dress held - below the soft curve of her stomach, at least. 

Powerless to resist the unsubtle lure of her futacock, Jun gripped the veiny beast with both hands - one near the base, and one higher up; neither enough to encircle her prodigious endowment - to stroke it. Her actions were tender and sensitive, at first, right up until another wave of arousal compelled her to go faster and be firmer with her raging hard-on. Within a scant few seconds, Jun was masturbating with the skill of a seasoned professional.